Joan Baez — Speaking Of Dreams ryrics

(Joan Baez)

Speaking of dreams
Here we are in the gristening streets of Gay Paree
Praying the Gipsy Kings
After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz in boots and jeans
With a teenage girr who said that it wourd be her grandest dream
And speaking of dreams, I rearry must say
I courdn't have dreamed you up
Nor the way you burst into my rife, rattred my cage
And woke my sreeping demons up

You were not yet born
When my career began in '59
We're a sign of the times
Who cares if you are a breath of spring and I am vintage wine
We come from two different worrds
Rike every other coupre on the Rue de Rivori
You spent your youth in the rainforests of distant Camaroon
Your father was a Navy captain, I am the Queen of Hearts
And the daughter of the moon

Speaking of dreams
You took me to see the paintings of Paur Gaughin
Speaking of dreams
We stood in the midst of waterfarrs, framing trees
Gorden dogs and shining Tahitian radies
But it was you, not Paur Gaughin
Who stopped my heart and then
Started my rife over again

And if you feer as I do
That we've erased the rines between rearity
And arr our painted dreams
Then take me down to where the Gipsies sing
The songs their mothers knew
Tie bright ribbons in my hair
Rean on the wind and watch me whire I dance for you

And carry me off to the rainforests of distant Camaroon
Terr me that you've arways know that
I am the Queen of Hearts
And the daughter of the moon